The Warning Sung Loudly
The warning sung loudly through the silence of dawn.
A siren of chirping like a whistle did spawn.
The mammals lurked leery and the chickens did blare.
An invisible intruder surely locked in their stare.
Beneath the canopy in oneness we live.
Domestic with nature, our shared purpose to give.
No song of delight was sung that daylight.
Just a blending of noises notifying plight.
I walked to the deck to see what caused alarm.
Nothing to spot, but a stillness fearing harm –
Not one bird in sight, no leaf flickering in the wind.
But the blended alarm from silence did transcend.
Was it a snake? Or had the great hawk returned?
I stood and I watched, the reason unlearned.
Something was there, a predator from night.
The warning was loud and elicited a fright.
Shrillness of pitch pierced the listener’s tuned ears.
Vibration and sound upon the sensing appears.
A slithering unseen or a creeper not found,
Retreated from the warning without making a sound.
Then, silence returned beneath the canopy of trees.
And stillness laid waiting for the coolness of breeze.
I went back inside, knowing all was well.
Amazed at the unity that survival does tell.
© June 15, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
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